Yesterday a rather interesting. Early weather reports called for major thunderstorms to move in over the course of the afternoon, which would have rained out my normal Saturday pool hours 1. So I drug my son out of bed, picked up two of his friends, and decided to hit the pool as it opened. The…
Month: August 2016
Soul of an artist
The other night I knocked on my daughter’s door to say good night. When I was granted permission to enter 1 I noticed she was setting up her easel. “Whatcha doing?” I asked. “Stuff,” was all she replied 2. I shrugged, smiled, and said good night. The next morning I poked my head in to…
Go ahead, blog with iOS Scrivener
When iOS Scrivener came out one the features I believed missing was the ability to export as markdown.Ninety percent of the time this is not an issue, copying and pasting the text of a markdown formatted post works just fine. That other ten percent however occurs when I insert footnotes into my posts 1. I…
Center City
Title: Painfully-Hopeful-2016 Author: Wes Allen Base Header Level: 1 Format: complete Several weeks ago we were driving home at night and I happened to look toward Center City Philadelphia1 just as we were crossing over the Cooper River. I said to my friend, “We need to get back here.” He agreed. Unfortunately, we’ve been caught…
Unpacking High road to Woodhall
The characters decided they wanted to take their time on the Woodhall road this week, but not so much that it throws off my map for the rest of the story. Let’s unpack. The empty plateau The reason the plateau is empty was mentioned in last week’s unpacking, but what’s fascinating about it’s emptiness is…
